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Outlawed, but not alone, for Love Is outlawed, too. You cannot banish us, proud world: We banish you.

Alfred Noyes

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Alfred Noyes
Age: 77 †
Born: 1880
Born: September 16
Died: 1958
Died: June 25
Novelist
Playwright
Poet
Science Fiction Writer
University Teacher
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Love
World
Outlawed
Banish
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Alone

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